Verse One: B-Real



Let me introduce my self

I'm the one who rules the set

So don't you forget

Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons

But you ain't nothin', no frontin

I bring the level up a little louder

In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours

Fools on the street wanna feel the funk

Lookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want

Ya betta, sit back and let the track flow

Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo

Rythems upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain

Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins

Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks

In tha mix I got the stix and stones a few bricks

I'm gonna hit 'em high

He's gonna hit 'em low

Open up ya mind so that'chu can feel the flow

On, an' on till there all gone

Fools be runnin' but they won't last long



Chorus:



I'm the freaka (8X)



Verse Two: B-Real



People always wanna get what you got, no matta what

Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt

In the quest for the crown

An' the jewels, and the cheese

Motherfucker please

Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts

But, I rip their sorry ass apart

In a minute, I can take ya to the limit

Temprature risen, nasal highzen



Verse Three: Sen Dog



Comin' back in with the lows, for the fows

Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody, oppose

The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua

Blowin' a hole in tha speaker

You don't wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro

Slangin' rythems through the ghetto

Ya best keep ya ass in cheak

Come on little mutha fuckas betta show respect

An whats next, the big brown takin' ya down

How ya feel (how ya feel punk)

When your sorry ass can't hang with the Hill



Chorus: 1/2



Outro: B-Real



Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide

Nobody even knows how I kick the flow

Slow down, cause ya commin' up too fast

Ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class

[Fades out]